Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.